After absorbing the high-level pollution of Abysis, the elemental revolver, which originally relied on spirituality, underwent a massive transformation in its form.
The once cold and hard steel structure was completely obscured.
The cylinder, the long barrel, and even the front metal sight were now entirely covered by a layer of writhing black mud.
This black mud was not merely attached to the surface; it was deeply integrated with the mechanical structure of the firearm.
However, strangely enough, the grip alone was not swallowed by the black mud.
The owl relief remained clearly visible, though the two gems that had been embedded in the owl's eyes had turned blood red.
"I get it!"
Old Ed's voice suddenly shouted in Elias's mind.
His previous despair vanished instantly, replaced by an extreme excitement from glimpsing a rare occult phenomenon.
"That one's fundamental goal was to completely convert your physical body and strip away your consciousness!"
"But when that powerful conversion force invaded your arm, it mixed with your own spirituality and was grafted by you onto this revolver!"
"And the core mechanism of this gun was always to absorb external spirituality without limit and convert it for its own use!"
Old Ed spoke incredibly fast, sounding like a scholar explaining a mad experiment.
"In other words, it's not you being polluted right now, but this gun! It's absorbing the spirituality you produced after being polluted and is being transformed itself!"
After his excitement, Old Ed's tone quickly darkened, carrying a stern warning.
"But you have to stay steady. To carry power of this level, this crappy gun could disintegrate at any moment. Be absolutely careful not to let it backfire on you!"
'That... is actually a damn possibility!'
As this thought flashed through Elias's mind, he didn't even have time to take any defensive posture against Old Ed's warning.
His left arm, which held the gun and had turned gray and shriveled from pollution, along with the elemental revolver wrapped in black mud, actually began to move on its own, out of his control.
This was not a command sent by muscle nerves, but a pull from a pure external force.
'Holy shit, it really is alive?!'
Elias's pupils dilated as he cursed inwardly.
But he had no strength left to reclaim control of his body; just resisting that mental pressure had exhausted all his energy.
His left hand was guided by the gun's grip, slowly lifting.
The heavy muzzle traced a cold arc in the air before finally coming to a steady halt.
The direction it pointed was precisely the source of that terrifying gaze.
Across the spirit world rift, across the chaotic spatial barriers, and across an unknowable, vast distance.
Elias clearly felt that the metal creation in his hand, wrapped in black mud, was transmitting a clear consciousness into his palm through the grip.
It wanted him... to strike back?
'That's pretty wild.'
Elias let out a cold sneer in his mind.
It had only just absorbed a bit of discarded pollution and barely birthed a fragment of consciousness—it wasn't even a formed artifact spirit—and its first instinct was to raise the gun and try to take down an evil god?
Fine, he liked this gun's attitude.
Since he was dead either way, if he could knock out a tooth of a high-and-mighty god before he went, it wouldn't be a bad deal.
'Thanks for helping me lift my arm, buddy.'
As the muzzle completely locked onto the target, the pollution Abysis had released into the sewer space began to pour frantically back into the gun from all directions in a visible manner.
That filthy aura was swallowed by the black mud on the gun like a whale sucking in water.
Elias could feel that the gun's limit for absorbing spirituality had been forcefully shattered, and the black mud began to writhe frequently.
It was as if they had just received a delicious meal.
He didn't know what price such an overload would bring.
However, for now, escaping the crisis of being possessed was more important.
When the tangible pollution was frantically absorbed by the revolver in Elias's hand, the environmental pressure in the sewer plummeted.
Several investigators on the verge of collapse finally broke free from the sense of suffocation, gasping for air as they regained some consciousness.
Guardian reacted extremely quickly. He wiped the filthy blood from his face and, ignoring his overextended spirituality, slammed his hands together to immediately re-establish a sturdy 【Mental Barrier】 for everyone.
Meanwhile, the eyes on the other side of the rift underwent a noticeable change.
The high-and-mighty indifference vanished, replaced by an extremely human-like shock.
Through the spiritual connection, an obscure syllable vibrated through the space.
"Impossible..."
Seemingly enraged by this ant-like resistance, the existence on the other side of the rift increased its output of spiritual pressure.
A massive black torrent attempted to crush Elias directly.
But it was completely futile.
The more massive the negative spirituality became, the more it was continuously absorbed into the writhing black mud cylinder of the revolver.
The red light in the owl's eyes grew brighter and brighter, until even the surrounding air was distorted by the high temperature.
Enough.
"This shot..."
A look of reckless madness suddenly appeared on Elias's face, which was covered in dirty water and blood.
He stared fixedly into the void deep within the rift, his shriveled left index finger resting on the trigger.
"Is for you!"
The trigger was pulled.
The hammer slammed down.
At the muzzle, a cluster of extremely blinding light directly exploded.
It wasn't any known elemental power. Red, blue, green, yellow, and white—the five colors representing the basic elements—were crudely kneaded and mixed together by the black mud.
They did not fuse, but instead twisted, squeezed, and rotated frantically in extreme repulsion, finally transforming into a chaos stream filled with the aura of destruction.
The light stream erupted from the barrel, and wherever it passed, the remaining spatial rifts along the way were easily torn apart like scrap paper.
It directly and crudely tore through the fragile barrier between reality and the spirit world.
The moment the light stream entered the main rift—
The entire sewer system beneath Hope County shook violently.
Red bricks overhead shattered and fell, and the sewage in the pipes was tossed several meters high by the shockwave.
Immediately after, everyone present heard that voice.
It was the roar of Abysis.
That roar crossed the dimensional barriers and exploded in everyone's ears.
There was no longer any indescribable majesty in that roar; instead, it was truly laced with unbelievable shock, and even more... hatred.
The destructive shockwave swept through.
The main rift lost its support in the clash of energy and began to collapse uncontrollably inward, finally closing slowly with a piercing sonic boom.
The nauseating gaze of Abysis vanished completely.
With the disconnection of the Divine Lord, the total collapse of all spirit world rifts followed.
The semi-transparent dream demons that had been lingering on the edges of the sewer let out desperate shrieks.
Even the old acquaintance dream demon that had been perched above Elias's head felt the fatal threat; it didn't even dare to take another sip of spirituality, immediately fleeing in panic and vanishing into the darkness.
Looking back at the once arrogant siren, because its summoning ritual for the Divine Lord had been forcibly interrupted, it suffered a severe law backlash.
The pollution on its body began to recede like a tide, its hard scales peeled off in large patches, and a massive amount of thick, stinking blood began to seep from every pore on its body.
Guardian let out a heavy breath, haphazardly wiping the blood from his face with his rough palm.
Angry flames burned in his remaining eye as he held his hand out, spirituality instantly condensing into a blinding fireball in his palm.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Four compressed continuous fire rays, carrying scorching heat, instantly pierced through the siren's struggling body, leaving four transparent holes with charred edges.
The siren twitched twice and died completely.
"Where's my wig!"
After confirming the monster's death, this tough guy branch manager's first reaction was actually to cover his bald head and look around.
"Damned beast!"
After finishing his attack, he didn't forget to ask into the surrounding darkness with exasperated anger.
With the crisis averted, the remaining pollution on everyone also began to gradually fade.
The heavy stone weighing on their hearts was finally moved aside.
Elias could no longer hold himself up; his left leg gave way, and he knelt heavily on one knee.
He gasped for air, every breath causing a stinging pain in his lungs, as if he were inhaling crushed glass instead of air.
He looked down at the elemental revolver in his hand.
The black mud wrapped around the gun had quieted down.
At the grip, the two rubies in the owl's eyes were now completely dim and lusterless, without a trace of spiritual fluctuation, looking like two dead, cheap stones.
It lay quietly and heavily in Elias's hand.
It was as if all that madness just now, that world-destroying strike, had been nothing more than an illusion Elias had before he died.
Still... alive.
"Holy shit..."
A raspy murmur escaped Elias's throat.
"What did I... just do?"
No one could answer his question.
In the shadows not far away, Aaron poked his furry little head out from behind a broken drain.
The little boy's eyes were fixed on Elias, his gaze long since stripped of its initial hostility, now filled with the deepest reverence and fear.
Just then, Old Ed's voice spoke gloomily in Elias's mind.
"You kid... used that one's pollution... to counter-attack that one himself?"
"Seems like it."
Elias remained on one knee, breathing heavily, finding it difficult even to respond in his mind.
Old Ed was silent for a long time, seemingly digesting this absurd fact that was enough to overturn his decades of occult knowledge.
Finally, he let out a sigh.
"If I had known you had this kind of skill."
"I should have fucking kowtowed to you."
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